Distance is, to the Mind, that rope
she throws across the bars
between her confidence & Hope
to cross the Meaning of the stars:
You do not know Distance
where she melts beyond the hills
There Destiny distills
Tomorrow's uncertain Chance
& pours it to our nonce: Then soon enough away
its passionate effects make us quite drunk
enough to cast the temperate day
to Memory's maudlin bunk
& you sure can't hope to hold your imminent Tomorrow:
Bloat, already Yesterday
has been to court
& lost its Case.